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The worst part of his outfit, the cherry on the whole mess, was the pair of sliders he had on instead of shoes. Gucci pool shoes, with matching socks. Jesus.
they’re old so it doesn’t matter as much. Old people who do nothing but drain their pensions and stultify in their favourite armchairs isn’t a brilliant advertisement for humanity in my opinion.
unfortunately they will become useless bed blockers who get more and more mean-spirited until they are nothing more than bigoted beasts of burden living in the room you wanted to make a study.
Enjoy your life and shuffle off this coil around 70, only the very boring would want to live to be 100
They are old and disposable, and they live staggeringly useless lives. Wine at lunch, naps, a trip to the boutiques in town to buy hideous jewellery and gaudy watches. He golfs, she spends a lot of her time getting things injected into her face, which has had the strange effect of making her look like a very old toddler. A waste of life, and that’s all before I tell you just how racist they are. Oh fuck it, you can imagine. They live in Marbella and yet they speak no Spanish, there you go. No more explanation needed.
It must be the only thing on the menu they go for. Steak and fries, never straying into foreign territory, never doing anything different, being small, turning nasty.
You’re just a thug, and your private clubs and your expensive clothes don’t do much to conceal that.
I read books, I follow world affairs, I have opinions on more than just shoes and golf clubs. I am better than these people, that’s not in doubt. But they look happy despite their ignorance. Perhaps because of it.
All this money, and it can only buy silence.
this calm is artificial – it feels flat and dull, as though made for people who wanted to create an environment which completely denied the loud reality of human life.
It’s a house which was built for rich people who don’t care about design but really value security and status.
I don’t believe in God, obviously. We live in a time of science and the Kardashians, so I think I’m safely in the sane camp there.
‘All human wisdom is contained in these two words, “Wait and Hope”.’
The best lies have a kernel of truth, making it easier to stick to your story and less likely to get caught up in different versions.
I cannot engage with a grown-up who seems not to possess the ability to use basic English, even in text. It’s just bad manners, and on top of that, it implies a level of ignorance that you might forgive in a teenager but is appalling in an adult. You can only blame a poor education for so much.
I like plain. I have a somewhat beautiful face and I don’t feel arrogant saying it. Women always backpedal when they slip up and admit they think they’re attractive, a lifetime of being told by men not to be ‘arrogant’.
Run away from any man who says that you’re beautiful but you don’t know it. The same men want you to be constantly up for sex but never take charge of your own enjoyment.
I like looking at my reflection but I’m not obsessed with it.
I spy an actual belly chain of all things. Jewellery for the waist, for when you run out of places to flaunt your diamonds.
‘Girls love big cars, innit. Look proper sexy in them.
Time flies when alcohol is being sprayed all over you.
list the top five moments of the day, ‘To remember how lucky we are.’
My childhood was brief, my teenage years a frustrating waiting room on the way to adulthood. My twenties have been functional – a means to an end.
Perhaps the older your cash, the better your eye.
Buy cheap, pay dear,
they choose to spend their old age in a gated community in Marbella, a place which makes Florida look like Renaissance Italy in terms of culture.
‘never complain, never explain’.
A woman blessed with such innate beauty doesn’t have to try particularly hard,
I am a master of self-control. It hasn’t come naturally.
As a child, I used to throw tremendous tantrums and dive on the floor if something displeased me, as my mother gazed on in amusement and apologised to those around us. That sense of drama lives on inside me, but I’ve long learnt to keep it in check.
Whatever her politics, she stood up to a bully who refused to abide by convention or decency. A person like that can drive you to madness without any noticeable exertion, while you employ all the strength you have just to hold the line and maintain a sliver of your humanity.
if you leave something around me, I will look at it, soak it in, commit it to memory. I expect growing up relying on just one person means that I need more information than a normal person when it comes to trust. Or maybe I just want to get inside your head and gain an advantage over you.
I even brought a packed lunch with me, something I’ve always thought was a warning sign in a person over eight years old.
People so often just want you to hold up a mirror for their own opinions.
Self-care is the latest consumerist trend pushed at women wrapped up as empowerment.
I wasn’t going to be one of those skunk smoking layabouts who dithered about university and went backpacking to delay having to deal with adult choices. I wanted to get on with it all.
I had decided early on that teenagers were terrible. I wanted to skip ahead to adulthood where I could be on my own as much as I required. I like to be on my own, and have never understood what weakness exists in people who crave the company of others all the time.
I got to a place where I felt safe and in control, and I was able to look to the future with more focus. In some ways, it meant slowing down and becoming familiar with the art of patience.
I don’t find it especially odd or disappointing that I spent those years living dull. The best years of your life are said to be those which whizz by in your early twenties when you can drink and party and live spontaneously.
my small flat has one wall dedicated to shoes, the most basic starter drug when women look to treat themselves.
I like sex. I’m not squeamish or repressed about it. It’s a fun stress-busting activity, even when it’s done poorly, which is a lot of the time when you’re shagging men raised on porn who think that women need minimal foreplay and desire a lot of flexible positioning.
Sex parties always seemed to me like a way for boring people to show others that there’s a more interesting side to them.
They don’t even notice what they’re doing. They are important, their needs are important. You are not as important. You are not important at all. Unless you’re attractive to them. Then your space will be occupied in other ways.
Men often laugh with surprise when they find women funny, as though it’s a skill we’re not expected to possess.
Sense and Sensibility: ‘The rent here may be low but I believe we have it on very hard terms.’
I understood how the system was stacked against women long before I ever knew the words to describe how we are marginalised, discarded, belittled.
reading about other angry women made me bolder, allowed me to nurture my anger, see it as a worthy and righteous thing.
There was tenderness and trust between them. An understanding that whatever went on, it was done as a partnership.
